Love Letters To The Dead Ava Dellaira の小説・ストーリー

" Even at nine years old, I got the chilling message behind their words. The next day, Grandma started taking Aria out to the roadside to play. From our front door, I noticed she never held her hand when crossing the street. I warned Aria to always be careful, and she promised she would. However, one day, I watched as Grandma, fed up, stormed off ahead. Aria ran after her in tears. Just like that, on the crosswalk, a car sent her flying. The driver, in a fancy car, paid out ninety thousand. I never expected that coming back to life would mean waking up to a world where Aria had just died. If only I could have come back before it all went down.

He said, "I agree to the divorce, Aster. Let's meet at the courthouse tomorrow at 9 a.m." "Okay." As I turned to leave, Lionel suddenly dropped to his knees and begged, "Aster, please tell me where the children are buried." "They don't want to see you! They'll never forgive you." "I know I don't deserve to face them or their forgiveness… I missed their final moments, and now I don't even know where they rest. I promise this will be the last time—please, Aster, I'm begging you…" He kept begging me. "Greenview Cemetery," I finally replied.

Their words painted Dario as either a criminal mastermind or a casualty of gang warfare, depending on which narrative sold better. “Turn it off now,” Rosa said firmly. “Nothing they’re saying will bring him back or help you take care of that baby.” “I need to know what people are thinking. If they believe he’s really dead, if they think—” “What people think doesn’t matter. What matters is what you think, what you believe in your heart about the man you love.” “I believe he’s coming back to me,” Ava said quietly. “Even after seeing those pictures, hearing those reports, I still believe he’s alive somewhere.”

"Tell me everything. Right now." So I do. Everything spills out - Hattie, the marriage contract, Henry, Declan, all of it. By the end, Mom's crying, and I can't tell if they're happy tears or sad ones. "My brave, stupid girl," she whispers, pulling me close. "You were going to marry a stranger to save me?" "You're all I have left," I say into her shoulder. "I couldn't lose you too." My phone buzzes again. Another text from Henry: "Coffee? The little place on Carter Street. No pretending this time."

She left without looking back and solemnly swore never to have anything to do with the Lewis's. “ It's been a long day man. This past few days, it's been hell.” Dean spoke as they watched Camille hurry out of the mansion. “ It has been, Dean. I'm just glad Ava is alive. I just don't know man, I found out how important she is to me today but still I don't know if to term it love yet. But I'm quite sure Dean, it's not lust.” He was staring at nothing in particular and Megan walked in at that moment.

The flashes of light stung my eyes. "It's beautiful," she sighed. "Dante told me it was the only thing your mother left you. Such a shame she died so young. She never got to see her daughter marry such a wonderful man." "Give it back to me," I said, fighting to keep my voice from trembling. "Oh, I forgot." Ava feigned surprise."You're not Dante's wife anymore. He told me you just got divorced. I almost died laughing." She stood up and walked toward me.

There’s rage behind his eyes, a pressure barely held in check. He stops at the settee—his settee, I realize, a replica from the real shop—and drops into it hard. His elbows on his knees, his hands over his face. We sit in silence. He doesn’t look at me once. And when he finally lifts his head, he looks… hollow. “I’m sorry, Eloise,” he says. I open my mouth to respond— —and suddenly, I’m back. Back in Lucy’s coffee shop. The real one. Lucy’s kneeling in front of me, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee mug.

She stepped closer, touched Avery’s shoulder with gentle fingers, and whispered, "Perhaps, you need some rest. It must be exhausting after the loss of your husband… and your lover." Avery’s breath caught. Her fists clenched. Her eyes flashed with panic. How did Delilah know? Delilah leaned in, her lips barely moving. "Turns out I’ve got a few videos. Pictures too. You and that new little plaything of yours. So how about we keep our little conversation just between us, hmm?" Avery’s confidence evaporated. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. Delilah stepped back and put on a show—touching Avery’s cheek with a faux-sympathetic expression.

he coaxed. Luna was quiet and stepped into the elevator. Adrian got in as well and the elevator shut on them. He glanced at the woman and said “please tell me everything about Ava's last moment on earth. I crazily wants to know” Luna chuckled softly and said “Do you think Ava is dead?” She asked and went quiet, giving Adrian a feisty stare. Is he acting or he simply accepted the news that way? “What are you saying? Of course she's dead. I got her ashes and built a tomb for her. How can she not be dead?” Adrian blurted, goosebumps appeared on his skin.

Guards I'd killed after they confessed that Raven was alive, before returning to my chambers for a drink. I picked up the latest scroll, the one Lila had left on my desk that morning. It was the supposed letter from Aella, confirming Raven's death. “Hells,” I swore under my breath as I scanned the letter again, noting the detached emptiness in the words describing Raven's ‘death’. I knew how much Aella cared for Raven, she would never talk about her so emotionlessly, especially given the supposed circumstances within which the letter was written. No tear marks, no bleeding inks from pressing the quill too hard on the paper, no nice words…